The Death of My Creation
written by: Bhakta Bahadur Basnet
My letters
Suppressed, suffocated
Imprisoned inside my mind and pen
Yearn for freedom
Screaming in desperation
Hearing their scream
I feel pity
And across the white pages
I spill out my letters
But in the frenzy of freedom
My intoxicated words
Overwhelm my creation
Binding these letters together
Encompassing them within unity
I desire to
Weave a web of beautiful words
And present them to the world
To cultivate illusions?
But rebellious letters
Revel not in union
Get disintegrated
I devise various schemes
To unite them into words
Trying to subdue them to my will
I entice the letters
Adorning some
With the crown of diacritical marks
And making arrangement for some
To cohabit with ligatures
But, blinded by the arrogance
Of being complete in themselves
My letters break free
From the narrow bounds of grammar
Leaping wildly across the pages
Challenging my desire for creation
As my creation fails
Out of rage
I erase the stubborn letters
With the ink of frustration
Wiping out their existence
And
The words that could not be conceived
My creation that could not be born
Due to the rebellion of the letters
Is dead
With the death of my letters
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